Jon had dragged Damian to a party - a stupid, loud, smelly high school party packed with drunk and high teenagers.

Jon sort of regretted it, though he actually could socialise with new people. Sure, it was fun, the games and stuff, both his and Damian’s tolerance were high when it came to drugs and alcohol - not that they were doing drugs - but neither him or Jon liked how some of the people were acting; just like dicks, making out everywhere, watching indecent videos on their phones and doing stupid shit.

When Damian had enough of the music, he stepped outside, where it was way less crowded, and way less calm.

Then he saw you. You were different, stunning in an otherworldly way, like a harp would begin playing out of nowhere and dragonflies would appear.